my bright sword career

Chapter 34 There's Someone Over There

In the evening, the militia had dinner.

Soldiers who had worked hard all day lined up with their own lunch boxes to cook meals, and dozens of cooks stood behind their respective tables and were responsible for distributing meals to the soldiers.

In the past, the meals of the militia were very simple. The staple food was generally miscellaneous grains, accompanied by some vegetables, even wild vegetables, and cabbage soup that lacked salt and oil.

Although this kind of food can fill you up, to be honest, soldiers can't resist hunger. (A Ding has a deep understanding of this. When he was studying, even though he was full at noon, his stomach began to growl at four or five o'clock in the evening. The record of two rice. The reason for this is that the food is not oily.)
But today is different. The soldiers were surprised to find that there were several pieces of oily pork in the dish that the cook gave them, which seemed to have an appetite. The meaty fat made him almost swallow his tongue.

Seeing all the soldiers beaming with joy, Wu Chengfeng and Xiao Zhankui felt distressed, and couldn't help complaining: "Sir, today is neither the New Year nor the festival, why do you eat so well, it's too wasteful."

After these days of conscription, the current militia has reached more than 500 people.

If so many people eat all meat, even if each person only eats 4 taels of meat a day, that will be 600 catties of pork in one day.

The pigs in this era are all local pigs, and each pig weighs about a hundred catties.If this food standard is maintained every day, it also means that the militia has to eat six pigs every day. Even if Gao Hongming is a famous landlord in Liantai County, he can't afford more than 1000 pot-bellied men to eat this way.

Gao Hongming laughed, and patted Wu Chengfeng on the shoulder: "Old Wu, don't worry. Now I don't have anything else, but I have enough pork."

Of course Wu Chengfeng didn't understand that the amount of money in the panel of Gao Hongming's watch had reached more than 5. In addition to the money for selling medicines, there were more than 2 oceans and dozens of large yellow croakers obtained from the raid on Lord Tiger's lair.

Don't panic when you have money in your hand. This is an eternal truth.

Besides, what he gave the soldiers today was the famous Spam luncheon meat in World War II.

This kind of lunch meat, which was hated by all U.S. soldiers in World War II, is famous, and the main reason why the U.S. military purchases this canned food in large quantities is because of its super cheap price of only 40 cents per can.

On Gao Hongming's mobile phone panel, the price of this luncheon meat is so cheap that you can buy 100 cans for an ocean.

Yes, you read that right. 15 yuan, only 15 yuan a day, can make all the more than 500 members of the militia eat pork.

Faced with such an attractive price, Gao Hongming spent a "huge sum" of 450 yuan almost without hesitation, and bought enough spam luncheon meat for the whole group to feed for a month. He wanted to see the militia soldiers Will he feel like throwing up when he sees Spam luncheon meat like the American soldiers in another time and space?

Our leader Gao bought a batch of high-calorie foods such as chocolates, biscuits, and even cigarettes and matches while buying Spam luncheon meat.

Of course, these latter things will not be available every day, but will be given out as rewards. As for cigarettes, each person will have one pack a week.

As a time traveler, Gao Hongming knows how important it is to have good food for the improvement of the combat effectiveness of the troops. It is quite remarkable to improve only a part.

During World War II, most of the soldiers in China were sallow and emaciated due to long-term lack of food. In this state, they trembled when walking, let alone marching and fighting.

Due to long-term malnutrition, the national army could not withstand high-intensity training. This is why it often takes three to five Chinese soldiers to match a Japanese soldier in a bayonet fight.

While everyone was eating and discussing the training of the troops, a sentry on guard hurried over and said, "Regimental Commander, someone is looking for you outside."

Xiao Zhankui asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"Yes..." The sentinel hesitated and whispered, "Sir...it's the Eighth Route Army."

"What... the Eighth Route Army?"

Several people looked at each other, each seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

A thoughtful expression flashed in Gao Hongming's eyes: "Bring him here quickly."

"Yes!"

The sentinel led the way.

Wu Chengfeng and Xiao Zhankui looked at each other, hesitated for a while before saying softly: "Sir."

"Say!"

"Mr. Yan doesn't like to see the Eighth Route Army very much. If you know that you have openly contacted the Eighth Route Army, will you be in trouble?"

"Fart trouble." Gao Hongming said disdainfully: "What's the matter with the Eighth Route Army? They are not a scourge. As long as they are a team that fights devils, they are our allies. It's no big deal for allies to contact each other. If Mr. Yan doesn't care about this He has no guts, and he can't be the commander-in-chief of the World War II zone."

While speaking, a young man in common people's clothes had already walked in front of him.

As the young man came, he looked at the militiamen who were eating, and the look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He walked up to Gao Hongming, gave a military salute and said in a loud voice, "Shi Zhanbo, a soldier of the new regiment of the Eighth Route Army, was ordered by regiment leader Li Yunlong to bring you two bottles of Fenjiu. Our regiment leader said that last time your kindness of helping me, I will thank you." Li Yunlong has nothing to repay, but I'm a poor man, so I can only give you two bottles of Fenjiu to express my gratitude."

After finishing speaking, Shi Zhanbo took out two bottles of Fenjiu from his waist bag and handed them to Gao Hongming with both hands.

"Ha ha……"

Gao Hongming laughed for a long time before he said to Shi Zhanbo: "I have accepted these two bottles of wine, thank you for me. By the way, how is your team leader now?"

"This……"

Shi Zhanbo hesitated for a moment: "Sir, our Eighth Route Army has discipline, and we cannot casually disclose military secrets."

"What leaked military secrets."

Gao Hongming couldn't help laughing and said, "I've heard that your regiment leader is a master at causing trouble. Let's talk... this time, will you be assigned as a groom or go to the cooking class to carry the big pot?"

Shi Zhanbo's eyes widened, "Sir, how did you know that our regiment leader was punished?"

Gao Hongming said disdainfully: "Cut... Isn't this the obvious lice on the bald man's head? Last time in the battle at Cangyun Ridge, your regiment leader violated the orders of his superiors. Can your superiors spare him?"

"Sir, you are amazing."

Shi Zhanbo gave a thumbs up, "However, our team leader is neither going to be a big pot nor a groom this time. He was sent to be the director of a quilt factory to make clothes."

Gao Hongming didn't speak, but touched his chin. The inertia of history was still as strong as ever. Despite his presence, Li Yunlong was sent to the clothing factory.

(End of this chapter)